My automatically generated UT EID for the Austin application began with the word—all caps—PASTA. It’s like they know me.
One thousand half loves Must be forsaken To follow one whole heart home.– Rumi (via beautifulanddepraved) (via wayne-remy) (via notemily) Six months of marriage <3
shelbysmith: Happy (late by Uganda time) Birthday to Mrs. Katherine G. Bowers!! And a happy Thanksgiving break to you, dear Shelbeast!
When we heard the words ‘metropolis’ and ‘London’ our...– Mr. Pip, by Lloyd Jones [It’s about an isolated (African, I think) island where the school reads from only the book Great Expectations. Pretty groovy, and of course an interesting meditation on literacy in the developing world.]
It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily. “So it is.” “And freezing.” “Is it?”...– A. A. Milne (via thoughtsdetained) (via scout
It has become an evening ritual for the muzungus of the compound. We gather in the living room with a borrowed modem, light up our six wireless devices and prepare to complain and rejoice. The Ugandan internet, forever capricious, grants special favors and personal curses: bizarrely, facebook will generally work while gmail balks, BBC will update but graduate applications stall. Still, we’re...
Why does no one stay in Macon on the weekends?!?
drshutterbug: Katherine! I need you to be in Macon this weekend! It’s my one free weekend in 6 weeks, and there’s no one here. And I really really really want to go on a fall photography excursion because the trees are all really pretty colors right now. But it’s kind of creepy and a bit sad to go by myself. But it’s probably sadder to sit alone in my apartment in my pj’s all day, so I’ll probably...
In the middle of an enthusiastic equatorial storm, I’m splayed on our couch, listening to Andrew Bird and surfing tumblr. The power went out spectacularly half an hour ago, just before our favorite Westernish meal of spaghetti and homemade tomato sauce. We have wireless temporarily here in our bungalow, and after my online grad school app-inspired rage this morning (nothing works on bad...
What kind of blogger would I be if I failed to inform the blogosphere that there is much rejoicing here in Ugandan for the new American president? His family hails from just over the Kenyan border, and for most of the novice political junkies here, that’s good enough. In my six weeks in the Rwenzoris, I’ve met only one African rooting for McCain. When asked why, he shrugged....
Londoner friend: Yeah, we can be on the same team! America versus Germany versus Britain. You're kind of British, right?
Dubliner friend: As much as you are German.
[Cue the awkward silence. Americans proceed to dominate.]
Proof that Colin Firth is The Sexiest Man Alive.
Madame Figaro Magazine: Quelles sont les femmes de votre vie? (Who are the women in your life?)
Colin Firth: Ma mère, ma femme et Jane Austen. (My mother, my wife, and Jane Austen.)